Fanfiction: "Boys Like Him Always Think About Girls Like You."

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"BOYS LIKE HIM ALWAYS THINK ABOUT GIRLS LIKE YOU" [[ frank iero ]] -- INTRO

I didn't know what his name was when I first saw him, sitting at my desk in third period literature.

They said he was new; he had been expelled from his old school; was he real?; what had he done?; what was his name?; who would he sit next to?; God, he was beautiful.

All the voices buzzed, an electric current right underneath the tension, the oxygen, as he walked down the rows.

He was suicidal; he used drugs; he was in a band; he was a liar; he was dangerous.

His hair was black. It shone underneath those neon tube lights. Like a crow.

What school had he gone to?; did he have a girlfriend?; did he have a boyfriend?; he had been held back a year; he was blind; he was deaf; he was retarded.

His eyes were green, and his lip was peirced. I liked that. The green looked nice with his hair.

His name was Frank

He kept on walking, despite the voices, down the aisles, closer to the back of the room.

Iero. Frank Iero. Iero, they whispered.

Right past everybody else.

Frank.

And right next to me.

[IVY LAMHEAD]

Hah. I already read that part, so so far so good. ^_^

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Yay! Everyone, please read this story. I've been working hard on it, and I've been expirementing with my writing style, but I don't think it's bad. I think I like this one better anyway.

"BOYS LIKE HIM ALWAYS THINK ABOUT GIRLS LIKE YOU" [[ frank iero ]] -- CHP.1

"Oh my god, did you see the new guy?"
The cafeteria was dark. It seemed like the lights were never quite on all the way. It didn't make the food, all greasy and grey-ish, look any better. I could remember reading something about how in Las Vegas they usual specific light colors to make people look more beautiful. That some colors made you look one way and some made you look others.

It seemed like a good idea for a cafeteria. Some girls always looked sick in the yellow neon glow. Some, like the ones who sat so very close to us, still looked as disgustingly beautiful as that always did.

"Bernie?"

I sat up. I hadn't been listening to Jordan, even though she had been talking for the past fifteen minutes. "Huh?"

"I said, did you see the new guy?!"

I looked at her, dragging my eyes from Kaitlyn Sanders who was showing off her new designer everything and Pudding Boy who was still sitting all alone like he had every single year I had known him. Jordan's hair was now the exact color of her coke can. She had gone on a hairdye spree recently.

Jordan was my best friend. My only friend.

"Which new guy?"

"The HOT one," she exasperatedly. "With the black hair? Doesn't talk? Has some weird name..." She took a bite of her sandwich. It smelled funny. Her parents were Hungarian and still kept to all the traditional cuisine. "Frank...Frank something."

"Iero."

I didn't want to tell her about literature. How he had come and sat next to me, not saying a word. How he hadn't said anything to me or anyone else the entire time. How he had just sat. But then how he had picked up my papers when they dropped. How he had smiled at me. How he had smiled...

There he was.

"Yeah, Frank Iero. Whatever. But, god, so you saw him? I think..."

Frank was walking through the cafeteria. He wasn't carrying a tray like everyone else. He just had a brown bag. I liked that. People always thought they were so special for having lots of money to buy food with. They never seemed to realize that buying cafeteria food wasn't really very exciting.

Everyone was whispering. It was that same undercurrent that had been there before. The same tension.

He didn't care. He just kept walking.

If he had been someone else, he would have gotten invited to sit down. But no one could speak. They just sat, slackjawed, at this thing that had trapsed in from god-knows-where and was surely going to change things.

"Bernie," Jordan whispered urgently. "BERNIE."

"What?"

"He looks like he's coming over....Here...."

I hadn't noticed what direction this Frank Iero was going. But it was mine.

And once again, he walked straight past everyone and right to me. But he didn't sit. He just dropped a peice of paper on my lap, and made his way out of the large room, to the outside.

As soon as he had left, the explosion of whispers errupted.

I just stared at the paper he had dropped. It was folded in quarters.

"Oh my god," Jordan whispered. "Bernadette!, open it!"

I did.

It was just regular note paper, a little torn, a little folded. A little wrinkled.

There was a picture of a fish and a picture of a bird, crudly drawn with pencil.

It said "Bernadette sits next to me in Literature."

And at the bottom, all scrawled out below the fish and the bird, were words I didn't expect to see or really understand.

"Birds of a feather who flock together can never swim with fish in the sea."

I frowned. This was not a boy like the others.

This Frank Iero was not going to go down unnoticed.

I stood up.

"Bernie, what does it say?"

I stared at Jordan. She wanted to know. She always did. I wasn't going to tell her.

"Um, nothing. I, uh...Forgot my book. He found it."

"He couldn't just give it to-"

I had already stood up, scooping up my things.

"Berna-"

"I have to go," I said. And I walked outside, right through his path of destruction and right out the door.

[limerence]

I think its pretty good so far update soon

[IVY LAMHEAD]

Good chapter. It's interesting. Makes me want to know what happens next. Haha.

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Many kudos to my friend Ashley who helped me to write this chapter..

"BOYS LIKE HIM ALWAYS THINK ABOUT GIRLS LIKE YOU" [[ frank iero ]] -- CHP.2

Half way out the door, I felt a hand on my shoulder, pulling me back from him. Pulling me back into that dim-lit cafeteria. Back into reality, back into what I already knew. What was safe.

Away from Frank.

"You're Bernadette, right?"

I turned around. "Uh-huh."

It was a blonde girl I had worked with before in chemistry. She was tall and pretty. Tan. She looked just like everybody else.

"I'm Bianca," she said, smiling. Her teeth were bleached. She looked like she had too many. "Remember last year from chem? Mrs. Chiang?"

"Yeah..." I stared back out the door. The note was still crunched in my hand. Where had he gone? Where could he have gone? No one went outside for lunch..."Um, Biana, sorry I...I have to go..."

She stopped me, putting a thin hand around my wrist. "Hey, so I was thinking. It doesn't seem like you have a whole lotta friends, you know?"

"I have Jordan." And Frank.

Was Frank my friend? Was Frank anyone's friends.

No one knew Frank, how could he be friends with them?

Bianca rolled her eyes. "Whatever. So I was wondering, would you like to come sit with me and my friends? You seem pretty cool."

Liar.

"What about-" Frank. "Jordan?"

"She can come too." Biana smiled again. "Please, like, we don't want you to be lonely."

"I'm not lo- Fine."

The bell rang.

"Well, seeya tomorrow then," she said, turning. Her golden locks swung around from shoulder to shoulder as she went. The crowd had begun to push past me, jostling me against their masses. The only fish to still be standing stock still in the school.

They kept pushing past me, yelling, screaming. But I just stood there, staring out the door. He had gone. I had missed him.

Would I see him again?

Yes, of course I would. What a stupid thought. Of course I would. Tomorrow in lit.

I need to talk to him sooner.

I could feel myself getting lost in the crowd. It engulfed me in it's hurry. It's passion. It's need to escape. I was being carried away, standing still. Everything was color, blurring. Everything was movement around me. All waves against my pool. All comets through my night. All winds in my sky.

But I was still the sky and the pool and the night. Things just moved through.

I stayed where I was.

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seemed to take hours for them to get out, push their way out into the sunshine. Days.

Standing in their wake, aften the stampede, everything was too still.

I had thought the last one had left. Left me standing there, minutes after the late bell had rung.

But when I opened my eyes, there was still one person standing right in front of me.

"Frank."

He bent down, not saying anything, and picked up the note. I had dropped it.

I couldn't say anything to him. So he opened my hand, put it back in there, and stared at me with those eyes.

He didn't say anything. He didn't move.

I wanted to say something. I wanted to move. I wanted to talk to him.

"Thank you."

Any other boy would have shrugged, accepted it, walked away, smiled. Something.

But Frank, I could tell, was not any other boy.

I didn't know who he was.

I didn't know what he was.

He leaned foreward, and in just a second, just a moment, a breath, put his lips to mine, grazing my cheek with his hand.



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When I opened my eyes, he was gone.

But the note wasn't.

[IVY LAMHEAD]

I like the style of writing you're using. ^_^

Good chapter.

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Thanks. I think you're the only one reading this so far. I should recruit more minion slaves...I mean....READERS! - Shifty eyes here -

"BOYS LIKE HIM ALWAYS THINK ABOUT GIRLS LIKE YOU" [[ frank iero ]] -- CHP.3

stared at my telephone, debating over whether or not to call Jordan.
To tell her that this incredibly beautiful boy who I didn't know and wouldn't talk had just kissed me in the middle of the cafeteria.

This was the kind of thing she would expect me to tell her. A friend "rule". She would tell me.

But this one was different. And I didn't know what to do.

The phone just stared back, silent.

Please tell me.

But it wouldn't.

I flipped over on my bed so I was staring at the ceiling, carefully unfolding the note again. I didn't want to hurt it, to rip it. It was important.

Bernadette sits next to me in Literature class.

Frank sits next to me in Literature class. Frank smiles at me even though I don't know him. Frank picks up my papers when I drop them. Frank waited for me when I was lost. Frank kissed me in the cafeteria.

And I liked it.

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I dreamed of him that night.

I sat in the backyard. My old backyard. From the old house. The backyard before mom because the way she is. All wild and free.

The flowers were purple and I could hear my sister's voice. She was singing like she used to. The sun was warm on the grass. The ivy.

I missed the ivy. Growing all over.

"You look sad," he said.

Was I sad? I was. The smell the breeze brought made me sad. My sister singing made me sad. My dress made me sad.

I had worn it years ago. We sold it with the old house. It was the prettiest thing I owned. All off white and lace. It was short too. That's why we sold it. Mom said it wasn't right anymore. It wasn't proper.

She didn't think anything I did was proper. Anything was the right, poius thing.

That's why I didn't live with her. Why my sister did.

I couldn't be right the way she was.

"I am sad," I whispered to him.

I stood as he did, walked where he did. He took my hand and lead me. I didn't care where he was going. I would follow Frank. There, I would have followed him anywhere.

He looked different. He was wearing a white shirt, black pants. But that wasn't it.

It was that even though everything was so clear to memory, everything else so perfect. And he wasn't. It was like his edges had been blurred. That he didn't quite belong.

I suppose I didn't really belong there either.

Not anymore.

We were out of my backyard. Out into the alley. I had never gone into the alley while I lived in that house. The fence was too high to see over and the door was always locked. But Frank got through. He just opened the door.

I could see him then. And when I looked over my shoulder, still following him, my hand still in his, and I couldn't see my backyard anymore. The same way I hadn't been able to see him.

We stopped.

He turned to me, taking my other hand, watching me with those eyes. Those beautiful eyes.

"Please don't be sad," he said, still looking at me. I could fall into those eyes.

The sunlight felt different there. In the alley.

In the yard it had been bright, warm. Here it wasn't. It just cast a yellow glow on everything.

"Frank-"

I wanted him to lean foreward like he had done before, to kiss me like before. But he didn't. He just turned my wrists over so I could see them.

"Don't be sad."

He held out his wrists too.

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I woke up, staring at my wrists. They were the same as they always were. White marks, random etches of memories.

They weren't like they had been in the dream. In the dream, where Frank had lead me and shown me my wrists and then his own. Where my skin had been opened the same was his had.

Where I had recently bled just like he had.

[IVY LAMHEAD]

LOL. Right.

I like the chapter, but she seems like a stalker. Haha. :whistle:

[scenester DINO]

I really like it, but it's moving a little too fast.
Still, good job! Keep updating